We just spent another three days at the cabin, returning on Labor Day, and thoroughly enjoyed being in the north woods again. I love late summer, when the fields are full of purple asters and the bracken still is mostly green. There are plenty of signs that it’s slipping away, though, as the lush greens of high summer fade to more somber yellows,
and here and there a few sumac leaves have put on their blazing crimson faces.
The animals are very active, scurrying to store as much as they can gather for their stock-piles to see them through the coming cold. We occasionally put food out for the wee folk—not so much or so frequently that they may come to depend on our offerings, since we’re only visitors there. I usually give peanuts to the squirrels, tying them to a certain pine that we can see from the cabin with long strings, and provide the occasional handful of sun-flower seeds to the chipmunks. This time, however, I put peanuts out for the chippies, just for fun, and watched as one stowed them, one or two at a time, in his cheek pouches to carry them to his den. I am constantly amazed at the volume of food they can pack away when the opportunity arises. He seemed to be having fun, too, trying to fit it all in.